Friday, January 31, 2003

Seriously, I could make you laugh, all the time. You know it's worth it. Email.

Oh, and the real reason I posted -- if you're thinking of buying me a present of any kind in the near future, I usually like people to just get me things they THINK I'd like, but here's a few that I *KNOW* I'd like... Like this and this (or this but I prefer the pocket one) or THIS (if you're ridiculously wealthy) or THIS (if you're moderately wealthy) or this (back to fairly wealthy again)...

I suppose I'm just dreaming again.
And yes, every post from now on will include the email address, mainly because all I do with my life is, get up, go to the gym or to work, then switch and go home. So email TheTouchedBachelor@hotmail.com and improve your day. Either that or stop complaining that you're single, because there are all these untapped opportunities available.
So I want to clarify something, when I said "auction off" Devinoch I didn't mean financially. I meant to establish a place where those who were interested could write in and his responses would be posted here on the site. THIS DOESN'T COST YOU ANY MONEY. So take a chance, email TheTouchedBachelor@hotmail.com because above all other things, Cliff's a good guy.
Alright, with the exception of the flying bit (that looks kinda hokey) and the bit of the car getting crunched (that looks awkward), I have to admit, it looks like the brothers Wach aren't going to screw up the next two Matrix movies... See the new trailer, if you missed the Super Bowl. Let's hope for the best.

Thursday, January 30, 2003

Join my army too. ^^

Why? Hell, why not? ^^
I would like to thank Nats from Nekobox for the idea for stealing the idea to auction off a man from a recent pop culture phenomenon. You're still way cooler than I am in the fact that you created a questionnaire. So ladies, if you want more of this bachelor online action, go here. But if you want our ever popular Dev, who forgot to mention that he's a good conversationalist among his attributes, email TheTouchedBachelor@hotmail.com





And now, back to our regularly scheduled program... whatever that is.
And while you're at it... Join My Army.
Apparently I'm supposed to pimp myself out here. It's been decided that since we haven't been able to give me away thusfar, we might as well try a new approach -- the open meat-market. Don't think I'm stale goods or anything -- I'm 100% Grade A, prime choice Man. (And if you can't hear the self-mocking humor in that, you're at the wrong site.) So enough ado about nothing, here's a bit about me:

Basics:
Online nickname: Devinoch
Real name: Cliff Hicks
Location: San Francisco Bay Area (East Bay)
Age: 26
Starsigns: Saggitarius, Year of the Dragon, No Left Turn.

Backstory:
So, a bit of history on me. I was born overseas at a very young age and returned to conquer America at 6 months of age. That done, I set about learning how to eat applesauce without dribbling it on myself and how to conquer the world with no money down in real estate. Fast forward to me being older. High school in Omaha, NE. College in Lincoln, NE. Graduated with a Bachelor's of Journalism and English in May of 2000. Relocated to the Bay area to work as a videogame journalist. Laid off in Feb. of 2001 (Valentine's Day, no less). Did some freelance writing for a while. Got a job at Westwood in Vegas in May of 2001. Worked there until June of 2002, when I left to come back to the Bay area and work at Maxis, where I am now.

Pros:
* Financially stable.
* Hopeless romantic.
* Reasonably intelligent.
* Fairly well-read.
* Sense of humor. (Polls say this is important with women.)
* Somewhat cultured.
* Does nice things for people without reason.
* Entertaining (at least some of the time).

Cons:
* Self-admitted semi-geek.
* Work in the gaming industry.
* A gamer (but not obsessively so).
* Culture junkie.
* Occasional mood swings.
* Small emotional baggage (consider it an emotional carry-on -- it would fit under the seat in front of you)


Anything more you want to know, you're welcome to ask. Send email to TheTouchedBachelor@hotmail.com and I'll be answering emails as we get them. We figured it's something to do, and hell, with sweeps month going on, we need to boost our ratings as much as possible, y'know?

Wednesday, January 29, 2003

So, in honor of television sweeps month as well as Singles Awareness Day, I've been given permission to auction off Devinoch to a quality young woman. So here's the deal. Any interested and eligible ladies between the ages of 20-30 can email him at thetouchedbachelor@hotmail.com and let him know why you're the one for him. We here at The Touched will read your letters and let Dev respond to them here for all to read, and all those who want to voice their opinion have the opportunity. For now, he's going to have the responsibility of talking himself up to potentials, so look for a post from him later. Good Luck!
Sorry there was no Barrenhollow today, but I had a bit of news that made the day a bit more chaotic. No doubt some of you have heard, but the studio I used to work at, Westwood Studios, is closing. You can read the whole story here.

Obviously, I can't really say anything, but I'm sad to see such a prestigious studio close its doors. Despite some of the frustrations I had in working there, I did have a great deal of fun as well. Still, the Command & Conquer franchise will go on, and hopefully we'll see many of the very talented people Westwood has either working at the new LA studio or getting other work elsewhere in the industry. There were a lot of wonderful people down at Westwood and I wish them only the best in wherever they land.

Sorry if I'm a little bleak about it, but it's always sad to see a place you worked at shut its doors.
Does that quote have some negative context to the fact that I just located the last three DVDs I rented from Netflix after six months, promptly mailed them off and cancelled my subscription?


Wait a second, not everything is about me....
"If you can't believe in something, you'll fall for anything."

Tuesday, January 28, 2003

"I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, index, briefed, debriefed or numbered! My life is my own!"

"Where am I?"
"In the Village..."
"What do you want?"
"Information..."
"Whose side are you on?"
"That would be telling . . . We want Information."
"You won't get it."
"By hook or by crook . . . We will."
"Who are you?"
"The new Number Two."
"Who is Number One?"
"You are Number Six."
"I am not a number . . . I am a free man!"


I'd forgotten how good The Prisoner is, especially when you feel like you're not in control of your own life...

Good god! How the hell do they make ONE football game last for so long? I figured if I let the game run for 3 hours I could just skip over the game and get to the commercials but nooooooooooooooo...the damn game had to get in the way of me watching my commercials...Now don't this sound outrageously unlike me to fast-foreword thru what I'm supposed to be watching to the commercials? Who won anyways? I wasn't paying attention...oh yea...the Bucks...good job...bring better commercials next year please!

But on I go to another subject of importance to me. I found Direct Connect last week...my 40gig partition of my 80gig hard drive I slaved to ONLY Direct Connect only has 5gis left...I never knew I could download so much anime in a period of a week and a half...Of which now I have every episode to Gundam Seed, Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex (not as bad as people were telling me it was *shrug*), Vandread (both seasons come tomorrow), Hellsing (all of it come tomorrow), almost all of .hack, the majority of Wild Arms the Anime (that one took me by surprise), and OOooooooooooooooooo so many more. Of all the stuff I've been downloading I found one gem, one nugget, one diamond in the rough that just made me say "Holy Shit!!!" (Besides Gundam Seed...bite me...I LOVE BIG FUCKING ROBOTS!!!) Of which is Macross Zero. Ohhhhhh so pretty and Macrossy...Macross Zero did lead to one low point though...the point to where the Episode ended...I was presented with a sad message at the end that said Next Episode Spring of 2003 *cries.* If anyone wishes to get some of my newly acquired Anime love you should know how to get ahold of me...Now to buy that 120gig I saw at Frys so I can begin to fill it up =)

-David

Monday, January 27, 2003

Ugh. Sorry about there being no Barrenhollow last week. I looked at it on Friday and decided it was shit, so I scrapped it. Maybe I'll have a new one done this week. We'll see. No promises.

NOW PLAYING: Third Eye Blind - "God of Wine"
Lyrics: "I can't keep it all together / I know I know I know... / I can't keep it all together... "

Sunday, January 26, 2003

48 to 21?

For shame...

But good job, Bucs! ^^

*hands them a well-earned piece of candy*

Off you go to Disneyland. Have fun. ^^
What in the hell is going on...for the past two weeks solid I've have been wakeing up at 5am and unable to go back to sleep...and thats without the help of any alarm. Jesus this is weird and pissing me off.

Saturday, January 25, 2003

So the sun just popped out of the sky for the first time in weeks. I guess it's going to be a good day, if you believe in signs like that.
Some nights a man just has to do laundry, no matter what time it happens to be...

Friday, January 24, 2003

Holy, crap... I updated my webpage...

I put in some photos in the RL section, and added my acting resume. Go, look, tell me what you think
Scribbles

Thursday, January 23, 2003

nireechan: lol, I love Megan.
nireechan: She's like, "I'm going to attack Mordor today."
Quietform: Heh.
nireechan: Sherrie and I blink for a minute before we realize she's going to clean out the downstairs closet.
nireechan: I wished her luck with that... cause you know, those orc armies are a bitch.
Quietform: God help her.
nireechan: Yup.
Quietform: I wouldn't wish that fate upon my worst enemies.
nireechan: Luckily, we already know how this battle finishes.
nireechan: It's not that bad...
nireechan: Though we named it Mordor for a reason.
Quietform: My point.
nireechan: lol
Quietform: Give her some kind of weapon to keep on hand at all times.
nireechan: lol, that would be the Lysol spray
Quietform: Lysol kills orcs?
nireechan: *nods solemnly.
Quietform: If only the elves had known...
nireechan: State secret, don't spread it around.
Quietform: Well, I haven't seen many people with orc problems lately, so it can't be that much of a secret.
nireechan: Eh, they don't pester the population much.
Quietform: Unlike dragons, who are becoming the new cockroch.
Quietform: cockroach, even.
nireechan: They keep getting their asses handed to them, so they cut back on invasions and the like.
nireechan: Yeah, pesky dragons.
Quietform: Or zombies. God help me, if I have one more zombie problem, I'm gonna go dig up every graveyard and cremate everyone to save myself the headaches.
nireechan: Oh, you haven't heard of the new Zombie repellant?
Quietform: Dare I ask?
nireechan: Awesome little thing, shaped like a little crypt. Zombie walk in, are repelled by it, but bring the zombie poison back to the nest and kill the nest.
Quietform: Yeah, I tried using that stuff on our ant problem, but all I got were 300-foot killer ants, and the last thing I need are zombies that size....
nireechan: Oh... good point...
nireechan: Well, there was a powder I found...
Quietform: I think it's the radioactive elements they were using... it just doesn't seem smart to me to hit ants with utonium.
Quietform: A powder you say?
nireechan: *nodnod*
nireechan: Good stuff, haven't had a problem since I used it.
Quietform: What is it?
nireechan: Then again, with the bodies hidden all over the house, they tend not to bug us anyway.
nireechan: Not sure... dried holy water, I believe.
nireechan: Effective stuff.
Quietform: I suppose. We get all sorts of supernatural problems around the house... dragons, zombies... goblins... christ, I could do without goblins....
nireechan: Get your own house dwarves. Dork and Dorby do a good job keeping the goblins to a minimum.
Quietform: At least the warding spell I cast last week is keeping the demons out... I got tired of waking up every morning to some schmuck saying "So, about your soul?" "I told you, it ain't for sale! Fuck off!"
Quietform: I think I may just teach Marx to hunt and eat goblins.
Quietform: I mean, Marx dealt with the rampant werechicken problem I had back when I lived in Vegas, so I think goblins should be no sweat.
nireechan: Not really his favorite food.
nireechan: Werechickens? O_o
Quietform: Trust me, you don't know pain in the ass until you know werechickens.
nireechan: *finally loses it and falls off her chair laughing.*
Quietform: Half-human, half-chicken, all attitude... you have no idea how deadly a beak on a 6'5" creature can be.... they taste nothing like chicken, though, which is strange.
Quietform: I mean... they're not ALL werechickens, techinically....
Quietform: You want to get technical about it, you have werehens and werecocks, but that just sounds .... odd.
nireechan: *dies*
I am officially in dire need of a life.

I just spent the last 2 hours making labels for the various rooms and halls of my house so they correspond with places in The Lord of the Rings. For example: My room is Gondor, the hall is Ithilien, and the opposite room is Rohan. The downstairs hall closet is Mordor, for very good reasons. The labels are quite pretty, aged and burned and all the jazz. But the sheer fact that I spent the last 2 hours on it... I frighten myself sometimes.

But dammit, they're really pretty.

Wednesday, January 22, 2003

There is a new Barrenhollow section, but it won't be up until tomorrow, 'cause I'm not done writing the fucker, and seeing as there were only two comments on the last section, it's not like I'm in a rush.

NOW PLAYING: Idlewild - "(I Am) What I Am Not"
Lyrics: "Then I am what I am not, I am what I am not / So there must be something more then / If I am just a thought I’m not..."
So, yeah, I am alive. Needed some time to clear my head, do some heavy thinking. I won't say I'm doing great, but I'm alive, so I guess that's a start. All anyone can ask for, I suppose.

We're in the middle of changing bosses at work. I'm a little hesitant, mostly because I think so highly of the current boss I have, who's getting moved up a level, so go him, I guess. But that leaves me coping with someone new who doesn't have a real understanding of what it is I do. I suppose that's okay, because a lot of people don't really understand what I do. It's a relatively new specializiation and takes a lot of patience and a lot of coping. Community management is, I think, going to be a relatively high burnout division of PR/marketing, mainly because it's essentially a shitcatcher job.

(Those of you who have been awaiting a tirade about the difficulties inherent in this field, prepare yourselves, although you do NOT have permission to reprint this anywhere else.)

Much of the time is spent listening to people with problems. Sometimes they're technical problems, sometimes they're disagreements about gameplay design, sometimes it's just people wanting to vent without any real basis of fact. This is what I spend a good portion of the day reading through and keeping tabs on. Where are the fires, how bad are they, what should we worry about and what's just background noise. It's a series of judgment calls based on volume, voracity, severity and clarity of presentation. Think of it this way -- if everyone who bought a car wrote an email about their car, someone would have to sort through all of those emails. Now assume that you give them a message board, where they can each post HUNDREDS of things. There are two or three more exponential levels I could go above that, but regardless, it's a lot of information to take in. And pretty much, it's all bad.

But it's also mainly a firefighter position. I watch, I wait, I control what I can, I report what I cannot. But it's very active at certain points, and very slow at others. Some days I'm doing virtually nothing for half of the day. Other days I'm running around like mad trying to get a billion and one things organized in a relatively short period of time. Some weeks I barely talk to anyone in management. Other weeks, I'll have the General Manager and the Vice President of the studio swinging by my cube once a day. I shit you not. It's most definitely trippy.

On top of that, there's been a whole slew of other shit on top of that going on, so it's been rough, but y'know, coping's something I'm getting good at.

In slightly more positive news, went and saw Something Corporate at the Fillmore on Monday night. They played with The Juliana Theory, Vendetta Red and Red West. We missed Red West, getting there about 7:40ish, and Vendetta Red were on stage already. Lara really liked them, but they just weren't my bag. The Juliana Theory sounded good, but the lead singer seemed like kind of an arrogant ass. Oh well, they sounded pretty good. I might pick up their new album.

Now Something Corporate themselves were fucking fantastic. Piano rock at its finest. Andrew McMahon (the lead singer/piano player/main songwriter) is one hell of a talent. I left off their debut album, "Leaving Through The Window" off my best of the year and I feel really bad about it, because it belongs around #4 or so. (The last few songs are a little weak, but the strength of the other stuff totally makes up for it.) The show was great from the first note to the last riff. They played all the songs I wanted to hear and right in the middle of "Konstantine" (which is this ten-minute gorgeously depressing song) he broke into the Counting Crows' "Anna Begins" and made it even more gloriously depressing. He's got this massive mop of hair that kept falling over his eyes, which was great. They opened reading Shel Silverstein's "If We Were A Rock'n'Roll Band" with music played behind it, which was incredibly freakin' cool. Part way through the show, they were about to start "Konstantine" and some girl yelled from the audience that she wanted to play it. So, sure enough, they pulled the girl up on stage and she could play the beginning part. They let her stay on stage for the whole song. At the end of the song, he talked to the audience a minute and said "I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. Rock bands always wrap up their set and then they go offstage and they don't bring the lights up and people clap and they come back out and do more songs. So we're just gonna skip that bullshit and play two more songs before we call it a night, okay?" They wrapped up with "I Woke Up In A Car", which is a wonderful song about travelling and attachments. After the show, I scored the setlist from the soundtable, and Lara was outside talking to Andrew when I came out from getting my t-shirts, so I got an autograph and got to chat with him for a few mintues. He strikes me as a genuinely nice guy who's just incredibly excited about being able to do what he wants to do and get paid for it. And the band makes GREAT music. But DAMN is he young. He's not even 21 yet. I mean, seriously, between Something Corporate and The Music, rock stars are turning into kids. But the concert was just what I needed to make a pretty dark month have a good sweet spot to it. So my hat's off to Something Corporate for the fantastic show they put on and if you have the chance to see them live, do yourself the favor and take it.

Anyhow, it's starting to roll on late hours, so I better start wrapping up and get my ass to bed soon. There's lots to be said and done over the next few weeks and I don't foresee it getting any easier for a while. Who knows, though, sometimes life surprises me. And I always love it when it does....

NOW PLAYING: Something Corporate - "Fall"
Lyrics: "How can you ask for me to stay / When all you ever do is go? / Just go / And so I fall / I don't want to feel this small / You know I just can't handle this / Handle this at all / And I'll just fall / I let my heartbeat drop / I falter as the music stops / And you watch me as I stall / And wonder when I fall..."

Tuesday, January 21, 2003

Awwww friggin hell...looks like IE is fawked up somehow...guess it's time to download the update. Cuz I sure as hell know Mozilla an't bein a POS like IE is being.

Monday, January 20, 2003

You know, there are days when I love our police force, and then there are days when I just hate them.

Today, I hate them.

Why? Cause I got a ticket. What other reason would I have for being mad at them?

What really has me steamed is this: I got a ticket for an unsafe lane change! Apparently, I made the lady behind me hit her brakes when I changed lanes. When I changed lanes, I admit, I was a little close. But I could see both headlights in my mirror, and the only reason I was changing lanes was so that the cop wouldn't notice me in the fast lane (I was going 60mph, for the record, way under the speed limit, and yes, I'm sure, I checked before I changed lanes). So, I'm pissed. And since I got a speeding ticket last April, I can't traffic school this one away. My insurance is already high, because my mother and I got into accidents a few years ago in this car, and so I'm fucked no matter what.

The last two weeks have been the best fucking weeks ever. Shoot me.
Honestly, I haven't had any problems reading it today. So maybe it's just you guys.
If it just me or is the site incredibly hard to read at the moment (verry thing collum of text). I just barely got my Win2K Advanced Server up (well...online anyways...up is reserved for a system much more together) and trieing to figure out if it's me or the site =D

And btw...any issues we have on here are always due to you E =P
For those of you who tried to read The Touched earlier today, and got either something in Japanese, or a message about Apache being installed successfully, many apologies.

I have no idea what went wrong, or what was up with the server, or even if I touched something accidently and crashed it (as I am wont to do occasionally). Anyway, sorry guys, I'll keep my sticky fingers away from crashable systems as much as I can. ^^

Friday, January 17, 2003

Am still in seclusion mode, no worries, but we had a technical snafu that was making things funny here and stopped my latest Barrenhollow post from appearing. Talked to Adam over at Invasion Entertainment (who graciously host us) and found out we'd moved servers and I needed to redirect the blog software. All is well now. Back into seclusion. New Barrenhollow next Wednesday. Read and comment. I'll be back to posting regularly eventually.
What Has Come Before In Barrenhollow Blues (Click read the previous sections if you're new to Barrenhollow)

“Barrenhollow Blues”
A serial novel in progress (Week 5 of ???)
By Cliff Hicks

“Mr. Barrett,” a voice said from deep within the halls. It was a massive voice, hollow and intimidating. But I didn’t buy it for one moment. You can try and con a con man, but the only thing you’ll find is busted con game. “You look… quite a bit less dangerous than I would have expected.”

“Well, Fist, if I can call you that, you look quite a bit shorter than I would have expected.” It was true, of course, that the Fist of Barrenhollow was not a large man in any sense of the word. If anything, he was only a few hands taller than a child, and his thin and gaunt appearance didn’t help that any. “But I suppose we shall both have to accept our disappointment and move on past that point.”

The Fist sat in a small chair that was unimpressive at first glance, especially in comparison to the massive hall in which we now stood. He was, as I said, a short man and slim in build. He had hair that was black like charcoal, and smelled of grease. His skin was pale, like that of the mythical vampires that the nuns at the orphanage would tell us of in their stories every night before we slept as boys. Those eyes might once have been a soft shade of blue, but now they were dark and deep, like the water at the bottom of the Flinch Ocean. And those long spindly fingers folded together like spider’s legs spinning a web around us. And yet, despite all that I have told you, from his appearance to the dozens of armed guards that surrounded us, I had no fear in me.

You see, I could tell at that moment … the Fist of Barrenhollow was afraid of me.

At that moment, I did not know why. But despite the confidence he was trying to project, despite the fact that he was one of the most reputed criminal figures in all of Barrenhollow, despite the fact that he had a small army around us and I had but one lone girl who’d barely handled a weapon in her life at my side, despite the fact that he had all the answers to questions I hadn’t even begun to ask, despite all of these things… he was, for whatever reason, very much afraid of me.

“Yes, well…” he said before pausing for a long moment, as if considering his words very carefully. “… how can I help you?”

“Help me… now isn’t that nice,” I said. “Yes, you can tell me exactly what you know about The Lady’s Eyes.”

The Fist smiled and I knew he was going to try and make some kind of joke at Concorde’s expense. “I think the lady has very nice eyes, but I can see the wedding band on her left hand, so it would be improper of me to go into more detail about them.”

“You know exactly what I’m asking about.” I had no time for him to make glib remarks, certainly not now.

“Yes… yes I suppose I do.” He paused, as if musing the idea over. He had a few breaths to think the matter over before he spoke again. “Barrett the Balls, how proper a name for you, with your brash and confident demeanor.”

“Well, I couldn’t rightly be called Barrett the Cowardly, now could I? What kind of self-respecting thief would allow himself to be tagged with such an awful moniker? Now are you going to answer my questions or not?”

“Perhaps Barrett the Brash would have suited you better,” he replied, as if attempting to keep his cool. It was a welcome change of pace, to see someone afraid of me for the time being instead of the other way around. “But very well… I will tell you what little I know about The Lady’s Eyes, as long as you swear to keep this problem away from my House in the future.”

“What problem?”

The Fist sighed a bit, cocking his head to one side, as if the problems were complex and detailed, but he was going to try and simplify for me. I found it condescending and distasteful. “Right now, there is a covert excursion from Fellowdeep combing Barrenhollow searching for The Lady’s Eyes. Also, there are Imperial covert operatives looking for those stones as well. It seems both governments have a sincere interest in obtaining them, although I have not been able to determine as to why yet.”

“And how do you know all of this?”

“Both sides came to me and asked me to… how should I put it… look the other way? They gave me a great deal of money each to not pay any attention to their operatives whilst they went about their searches.” Look the other way. How interesting. Instead of asking him to take an active hand, they simply wanted him to bow out and avoid the problem all together. Complex indeed.

“And you’re telling me all of this because…”

“Because their terms didn’t specify me being quiet about it,” he said with a slight smile, like a barrister who was taking glee in showing a judge the legal loophole he’d found. “And because I like you, Barrett. You’ve been an interesting character to hear about these past few years, with your exploits and your escapades. Many a bar story has begun with ‘Have you heard about the last Balls & Coin robbery?’ and I always take great pleasure in hearing a new one. I take it your companion must be Concorde the Coin?”

“That’s me, m’lord,” Concorde replied quietly. She was unaccustomed to being spoken of in such high regard, and seemed a little off-guard at the flattery and praise. She was almost standing behind me until the Fist spoke of her, at which point she stepped to stand aside me, taking more confidence in her position. When we had begun thieving together, she was convinced she was little more than eye candy, a distraction I used while I set up and executed the actual thieving myself. And while this was true at the outset, she had since become a more than skillful thief in her own right, although she lacked the confidence she was, by all rights, entitled to.

“Then you are far more beautiful than the stories portray you as. They don’t half do you justice. But I digress. I can tell you this, however… both of the government parties here searching for The Lady’s Eyes are taking great care in how they go about their searches, and going to great lengths not to make their presences known.”

“I hardly call an assassination attempt a stealthy approach,” I replied dryly.

“Ah, to you perhaps, but you need to remember that if the Empire wanted to, it could have Legionnaires searching your house and have you under arrest in a heartbeat.” It was a point I hadn’t considered, and not one I was pleased to have to run through my brain.

“Then why don’t they?”

“My suspicions are that they are trying to get the stones without anyone knowing that they have them. You see, in addition to the Imperial spies and the Provincial spies, the legitimate authorities of Fellowdeep are still investigating the case, although they have no idea where the stones have gone or even who took them.”

“I can’t believe that,” Concorde interjected. “We left our calling card, as we always do. So they may not know who WE are, but they know it was a Balls & Coin robbery. We take great pride in our work.” She almost seemed annoyed at the suggestion that we had been anything less than our usual professional selves, calling card and all. I had to conceal a smile at the pride I felt in hearing her speak so assuredly for once.

“Perhaps,” responded the Fist, “but it seems someone else does not want you taking pride in this particular work. The two brass balls and the lone copper coin were taken from the scene before the authorities ever arrived, and so the theft is, to the authorities at least, a mystery.”

“Who took our trademarks? And why would they do that?” I asked.

“I don’t know, although I suspect it was probably the Provincial spies. Think for a moment -- something you want for military use is in a museum. Instead of going and demanding that it be turned over to you, why not go through a fence and have the thing stolen?”

“Then I don’t understand why our fence didn’t take them from us in the first place.” I was thinking out loud as I tried to work through this, and didn’t really care who heard me. “We brought the stones to him as per the arrangement and were turned away. Had we simply been paid our money, the fence would have taken the stones and given them to whoever set up the job and no one would be the wiser.”

“Perhaps River got a counter offer from the other side. And perhaps he realized that if he took money from either side, he’d end up dead from the other, and didn’t want to have to deal with that situation, so he simply shirked the responsibility over to you.”

“Wonderful, but that still doesn’t explain why everyone’s after these damn things…”

“No, no, it doesn’t, but it does at least let you know a little bit about whom you’re dealing with, and unfortunately, that’s all the information I have right now.”

I paused, scratching my chin for a long moment as I mulled this new information over. What possible use could the armies of both the Empire and the Provinces have for a pair of stones? Surely there was more to this puzzle than I was seeing, but I would get no further pieces from the Fist. Except… “So why are you so afraid, then?” No point in beating around the bush about it; I figured this would be my only chance to get straight to the point.

“Because whenever the Empire and the Provinces both want something, the rest of us end up paying a price far too high for our own good. And I fear what I don’t know. And I don’t know why everyone wants those stones.”

To this I could only nod. I spoke once more, after another bout of silence. “Then I thank you for your time, Fist, and I hope to keep this as much out of your hair as I can.”

“I appreciate that, Barrett, and I hope that fortune favors you in this endeavor.”

As we were walked to the door, I stopped in the doorway and looked back at him with a smile. “Haven’t you heard? Fortune always favors the bold.”

“Mmm. And death hunts the brash. Let us pray that you are the former, and not the latter. Good day, Barrett.”

“Good day to you, Fist.”

Wednesday, January 15, 2003

Ok I know that The Touched is going to be slow for a few weeks.. so I thought I would post these links....

Site One
Site Two

After that, please go to This Page and vote excellent on my site. PLEASE!!!!!

I know I may go to hell for this... but I thought.. what the hell?

Tuesday, January 14, 2003

W-0-0-T to the W-0-0-T...24 is the shiznit...Just when ya think they can't twist shit around anymore they do it just a little more and on the TV note also Lupin the 3rd is being aired on Cartoon Network's Adult Swim Mon-Fri =)

Sunday, January 12, 2003

Amazing, isn't it? I'm not even worth $.20... Joy.

Saturday, January 11, 2003

Ahhhh...it was finally revealed to me to today exactly why I bought a a Game Boy Advance earlier today when I realized I had to get my car smog and registration done today.I started the whole fiasco today about noon, started playing and didn't even notice it was 3:30pm when I finally got out of the DMV today. Not to mention it was worth hearing few people say today that they shoulda brought thiers too. A GBA at a DMV is worth it's weight in gold :D
So I kidnapped Cliff (well, he showed up at the house in SC, which isn't unusual) and ransomed him for $.20. Sadly no one wanted to pay it so he was set free upon the masses once again.

Friday, January 10, 2003

Bah... word in the underground is that UPN has passed on Firefly. The production team is now moving its pitch over towards The Sci-Fi channel. Nothing confirmed, of course, but that's what the rumor mill seems to be saying...

Addendum: Crap, it's official...UPN's passed on Firefly....

NOW PLAYING: Third Eye Blind - "God Of Wine"
Lyrics: "Every glamorous sunrise, / Throws the planets out of line, / A star sign out of whack, / A fraudulent zodiac. / And the God of Wine is crouched down in my room, / You let me down, I said it, / Now I'm going down, / And you're not even around./ And I said no... / I can't keep it all together, / I know... / I can't keep it all together..."
I love standing outside when all the world's asleep...

Thursday, January 09, 2003

I saw The Two Towers today for the first time. Satisfied?
You know, it's always funny talking to people from England. This morning in a conversation, I started to feel like Dennis Farina's character in Snatch. "How come nobody in this fucking country speaks English? I thought you people spawned the fucking language and nobody here seems to speak it."

New words in Cliff's vocabularly: "snog" and "pash"...

Oh you wacky, wacky, wacky Brits...

NOW PLAYING: Something Corporate - "Konstantine"
Lyrics: "If this is what it takes / to lie in my mistakes / and live with what I did to you / and all the things i've put you through / I always catch the clock it's 11:11 / And now you want to talk / it's not hard to dream / You'll always be my Konstantine..."
Is it wrong that I keep e-laughing at my mother for packing for warm weather when going to Florida this week when in reality it's 33 degrees out there?



Just checking.

Wednesday, January 08, 2003

Hahaha! Sweet! I'll be snatching this one most definately when it hits Japan and not wait for Nintendo to finally get it out here. :D
GBA 2.0
Shit.

shit shit shit shit shit.

So I had this other job lined up, one that would pay better, give me regular hours, and give me a life. And it just went *poof!* And since I failed my 90 day review at work, I didn't get a raise at my current job, and I have no chance of getting it for another month at least. And the bills for Christmas are coming up.

I think that's my main worry. The only thing that seriously stresses me out is money. I have very little. I had a lot of money saved up when I came to school, but I didn't control my spending like I should have, and I spent too much, too fast. So now, I'm living paycheck to paycheck, and desparately trying to avoid asking my parents for money, for the obvious reasons (shame being the main one). Then there's the fact that I'm a Theater Arts major, and when I graduate, my plan for life is to be an actress.

And we all know how well that pays.

There are days when I wish I wasn't so spoiled, and that my parents weren't so well off that I think I have money to waste, when I really don't. My parents pay for school, my books, they bought the house I live in here in Santa Cruz, so I don't pay rent. They pay for everything, and I'm just the spoiled child, getting a degree in something that is pretty worthless in real life. And my parents ask me what I'm going to do when I graduate, and that I should start looking for a good job with benefits and everything, and I can't do that!

I want to act. To perform, to be seen, to be a ham. To be things that I could never be in real life; to be able to be a fireman one day, and a princess the next. To walk down the street and have people say, "Wow, isn't that that great actress?" And I won't give up that dream, just to have a steady life and a job that I might or might not like. I can't picture myself doing anything but performing, and I *know* I'm good enough to get somewhere!

It's just getting there that's tough... and it's getting there that might drive me nuts.
So, everyone's been asking for the new section of Barrenhollow, which makes me feel much better about the whole thing. I took a break for the holidays, but I should be back to a weekly schedule now. If you want to go back and read the whole thing so far, I've made a master page that has all that's passed before on it. You can get that page here. It'll be updated each week, but to read the most current post, you'll have to hit the main blog page (so you can comment, of course! Me likey the feedback!) Hopefully you'll enjoy this week. Lemme know what you think, I'm always curious.




“Barrenhollow Blues”
A serial novel in progress (Week 4 of ???)
By Cliff Hicks

I found myself troubled by Concorde’s presence as we started to head into the darker parts of Barrenhollow. This wasn’t the kind of thing she seemed to be cut out for, and yet she’d surprised me with her strong willed assertion that she come along on this excursion. Of course, it was nice to have someone watching my back, but this was very much unlike her.

A glance over at her gave me two insights into her sudden change in personality – first, she had seen me worried when we were back in her house; second, that had worried her and she wanted to protect me as much as I tried to protect her. Both of which were uncharacteristic for her.

“Where are we going, Barrett?” she asked me, riding along side me as we trotted the horses down Sunderland Street.

“We’re going to see a fellow who knows about these sorts of things, Cordy,” I replied in an even tone of voice. “We’re going to go see The Fist.” I was trying to come across more confident than I really was. Truth be told, I was terrified.

“THE FIST?” Cordy hissed at me in as loud a whisper as she could manage. “Are you MAD? He’ll cut into tiny pieces and feed them to birds! We’ll never been seen from again! No!”

“Fine,” I said as I pulled my horse up to a hitching post, tying him up. “You don’t want to come in, you can stay out here. But I need to find out what’s going on, and we’re running out of options. I want to go find out what the hell is happening, and I’m pretty sure The Fist can give me at least some of those answers.”

Concorde hopped off her horse and started to hitch it up, clearly following me even though she was scared to death. “If you live long enough to use them…” she whispered as I made my way up towards the door.

A mansion is an overly large house. An obscenely large mansion is one of three things – compensation for a shortcoming in life, a place to store a lot of wealth/people or a status symbol. I’d like to think that in The Fist’s case it’s all three.

“Piss off!” one of the two armed guards said to me, as we approached the main doors of the mansion.

“Look, if you want to be the one to tell The Fist that you turned Barrett The Balls away, that’s fine, but it’s your funeral, not mine, pal. Now I suggest one of you two go in there and tell him I’m here to see him before I get impatient and tell him that you kept me waiting.”

It’s all about bluster, really, and the way you carry yourself. These were nothing but guards and certainly beneath my concern. I was projecting total confidence because it’s an image I have to wear. I have to come across as so self important that they have no choice but to buy my story.

One guard looked at the other, who shot the first guard back a blank look. I could see they were considering their situation. They were debating internally how much trouble they would be in for turning someone important way as opposed to bothering their master needlessly. Did I look important enough to be worth letting through?

“Fine!” I huffed. “I can’t wait around all day for The Fist’s time, because now he’s wasting mine. And no one wastes Barrett The Balls’ time!” I spun around on one heel, turning to face Concorde, who was white as a sheet.

“Wait!” the second guard exclaimed, reaching forward to place his hand on my shoulder to prevent me from leaving. I smiled, as they couldn’t see my face, before wiping the smile off and turning back around again. “We’ll… we’ll see you in, sir.”

“Sorry, sir,” the first guard added, almost ashamed of himself. “Can’t be too careful these days.”

“No no, I understand, you’re just doing your jobs. Now go announce me so I can get this meeting over with. Been waitin’ too damn long already,” I said as the two guards led us into the mansion.

“Please sir, just wait here,” one of the two guards said to me as they led us into a massive waiting room. It’s impossible to tell them apart some times, with the identical uniforms and those iron masks over their faces. I think it was the first guard, but I tried not to pay it too much mind. Force of habit, I guess.

“Be quick about it,” I sneered in that condescending tone that people with far too much money often use. The guards scurried off that much quicker.

“Do you really think that was a wise idea, Barrett?” Concorde asked me as she came over to me, putting her hands on my forearm nervously.

“There wasn’t much of a choice, Cordy. We don’t have time to go for subtle, we need answers. Shhh. I hear someone coming.”

The two main doors to the waiting room opened and in marched approximately thirty guards, armed to the teeth, marched in, moving to surround us, their weapons drawn. I could see Concord reach her hand to her blade, but I lifted my hand openly, a sign for her to do the same. She slowly pulled her hand away from the hilt and raised her hands into the air. These guards looked a great deal more competent than the ones who had met us at the gate.

One guard, dressed in attire that led me to believe he was the mansion’s head of security, walked through the ring of swords and spears that surrounded us and stood before me. “Ah, Mister Barrett. You’ll have to excuse our caution, but your legendary reputation precedes you.”

“Not at all. I take it our request for an audience has been granted?”

“Yes, The Fist of Barrenhollow will see you now…”



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Glad to see Barrett and Concorde back? Got thoughts on the story thusfar? I'm always keen to hear'em!
Heh...yes...verry true...yesterday's ep was quite cool...and all the while Jack sowed us what kind O badass he is...isit just me or did the torture sceene make you cringe too?
So, just to post and not be a lame ass, I would like to let you all know of the latest news in my world.

My foot hurts.

No, I'm serious! This is driving me crazy! My foot, for no apparent reason, is killing me. It feels like I have an extra bone sticking out right below my big toe before the arch, and it hurts. Luckily, I can walk with out a problem, but it's a dull ache that really sucks.

I've also started working out regularly, with the exercise ball that Christy gave me, so I'm a little sore from all of that. I'd go on a diet, but my college student status makes regular eating really, really hard, so I'm hoping exercise will be enough for awhile. Liz, we can encourage each other in our efforts to be healthier. ^^

Though, I won't run. I'm allergic to running. I only run when chased by large, scary people with weaponry. Or to chase large, scary people with weaponry *in my hand*. ^^

Oops... class...
No, that would be from last night's show, which continues to throw all the known rules of how you do a dramatic series out the window. Dear Lord, last night's episode was cool.

Anyhow, another day at work. Maybe I'll post more. Oh, yesterday we had FOUR members of the blog post! Go us!
I certainly hope you didn't JUST figure that out Cliff with your 24 Season 1 DVDs in your big rack of DVDs =P

Tuesday, January 07, 2003

So, uh, 24 might just be the coolest damn television show ever... I mean, good GOD!
Hey, at least you don't have a Daewoo. Basturd is under warranty for another 6 months thru Daewoo and getting warranty work done is like waiting for the 2nd coming of Christ. Whereas noce that warranty runs out I got a full warranty thru someone els that'll kick in that'll be a hell of allot eaisier. Wich reminds me...I need to replace my gaw damn spark plugs and air filter *grumble grumble.* Plus I think I finally jacked up a strut on my car with my insaine driveing. Yay warranty! :D
I hate paying for the maitenance on my car. I wonder if it would cost less just to start breaking stuff. It's still under warranty. Hmmm.

Is it wrong to hate the idea of paying a lot to have someone look at the car when NOTHING's wrong with it?

I want to hit something.
Ok.. so I stepped on a scale the other day and it said I was 150 lbs! ( I don't know if it is true or not.) I was 115lbs when I moved down here! But now I am 150!? So I have decided to go on a diet. The Atkins diet actually. For those of you who don't know, the Atkins diet is a "Low- Carb" diet. Which means I can have up to 40 grams of carbohydrates each day. This may not seem so bad, but a can of pepsi has 36 grams. So its been a little difficult so far. I am on day 2. But the good thing is, that I get all the meat I could ever want. So its not like I am starving myself... its just that I am a carb addict. I really want a pepsi. I really want some crackers and french fries and other countless carb-filled delights.

I have also starting using that big room that the apartment complex provides for us renters. I think its called... a gym? I am not really sure what its called since I haven't ever used one before. *smiles* So I suppose that I will have to keep record of my weightloss here... so then I feel like I have some kind of obligation. The strange thing is that I don't look like I weight 150... but I guess I do. So all of you.. I am going to lose 30 lbs but the end of the year. ( I am not sure how long it actually takes to lose that much weight and still not be anorexic. If it is in time for bikini season then I would be just that much happier.)

I figured out why I have gained so much weight so quickly too. The first thing is that I got used to eating super healthy things at home. My dad is a diabetic and my mom is on the Atkins diet. So food was pretty darn healthy. I also had jobs where I was on my feet alot. I also was doing plays all of the time. So I was working off everything. But since I moved down here, I haven't done a play, Greg likes Ramen, Greg like macaroni and cheese, I don't like cooking everynight so we would go out to dinner, and I got a job where I sit infront of a computer making ads all day long. So I guess I can see where I would gain weight.

I guess I need to buy a scale too. That way I have some way to track my progress. *sigh* I will be super thin again. I swear it!
NO meeting should take two fucking hours...

I swear.
Hahaha...what the FUCK am I doing up at this time of night (or would you consider it day)? Anyways I thought i'd rant before I went to bed.

It appears by some weird twist of fate (and luck I'm guessing). Penn and Teller are getting a TV show on Showtime. You got me how the hell they got it, but I allready got my Ultimate TV setup to record it. I believe they said it begins on the 24th of January so it'll be something to check out at least once. The shows name however will be Penn & Teller's Bullshit...so I shall be watching that for certain.

Otherwise 24 is FINALLY picking back up today *joy*! Was wondering for the first week why my UTV didn't pick up any episodes, but found out a while later, but blah blah, jack will be back :D

*thud*

"And then there was sleep to be had."

Monday, January 06, 2003

New Ataris album, "So Long, Astoria," is due out March 4th! Woohoo! I've listened to two of the songs (that they posted up at MP3.com) and I've been digging them nonstop. Good shit. The first single, "In This Diary," is the kind of song the Ataris have gotten great at over the years -- growing up, getting older and yet not losing faith that everything'll be okay. I'm not sure I buy entirely into the song, but what the hell, it's nice to have a little optimism from time to time, even if the suit doesn't fit me.

Finally saw "Catch Me If You Can" although I'd kinda like to see it again. It's an interesting film. Not quite as much comedy as I expected, but still very enjoyable. (Not quite as good as the book, though.) I still have to see "Gangs of New York" and a ton of other things...

Not much to report on today. Maybe I'll have something interesting to say tomorrow.

NOW PLAYING: The Ataris - "In This Diary"
Lyrics: "Being grown up isn't / half as fun as growing up / These are the best days of our lives... / The only thing that matters is / Just following your heart / And eventually you'll finally get it right... / Get it right..."

Sunday, January 05, 2003

If only making people happy was as easy as making cats happy.

I gave Marx (my siamese) a can of cat food today (he usually has the dry stuff) and he's been following me around all day, rubbing up against me and hopping into my lap, just generally cuddling me at every chance he gets.

The day we're all cats, we'll all be that much happier, I think...

Friday, January 03, 2003

So I got the best compliment at the gym today. This woman came up to me and said, "Young Lady, with the intensity that you work out you must be a firefighter or a ploiceperson or something." She went on to say that her daughter was a firefighter and she worked out really hard too.

Sometimes you don't have the heart to tell people that you're just trying to lose 20 pounds. And no, I'm not in public service.
And we're out.

NOW PLAYING: Jimmy Eat World - "If You Don't, Don't"
Lyrics: "I'm sorry that I'm such a mess..."
If it's any consolation, Erin, I'm back in the office today, and back to the daily grind. I really had no desire for work to start back up again, but at least it's a Friday and I'm working a light day. Next Monday it gets to beat my ass down full force. I can't say I'm keen on the work schedule getting back to normal, but that's life for you. 140+ messages in the queue, virtually no one but me in the office. So I'll probably only be in here a few hours, get caught up on shit and then head home or go spend a few hours writing in a coffee shop or something. Who knows...

NOW PLAYING: The Ataris - "Roads Signs and Rock Songs"
Lyrics: "Roadside state of mind / boulevard of broken dreams washed out this time / after time I was lost and looking / but knew I'd never find / what is mine in a world that's so unkind. / And love is overated. / It leaves you devistated. / the only things I know are / road signs and rock songs and lonely hotel rooms..."
I was awake at 8:30am this morning. I did exercises on my shiny exercise ball for a half hour, before a shower, and now I'm about to make my mad dash for food and the car.

"Why," you ask?

Classes start today.

Joy.

Thursday, January 02, 2003

Time to run Dave to the airport...
Sooner or later my phone will ring for me instead of somebody else, and I'm going to be fucking shocked...

Wednesday, January 01, 2003

I'm pretty sure you know about this already, Erin, but just in case you didn't...

John Mayer's new album, "Any Given Thursday," is scheduled for release on February 11th. Amazon's listing it as a 2disc set right now.

Just a heads up.
Haha! I'm awake! Party was good...the people were good....and I have to go back to Vegas tomarow...*sigh*

Oh Well...it's been a blast and couldn't say I've been at a better party ever before (who me? Party? Naaahhhh). With any luck though I can be be here for the next party (hopeing to move gaw damnit!!!). But I hopefully will be posting in 2003 a bit better than I have been in 2002. Least I know 2003 can't be any worse than 2002. Laid off, work at Clientlogic, quit Clientlogic out of sheer madness, and here we are. When I get back to Vegas it's back to beating the job path. Is this as half cohearant for you as it is for me?

-David
The party is done. All has passed. Dave is asleep on the floor. E and Sean and Amber/Aurora have gone home, much to my disappointment. Greg and Liz left hours ago. Joe and Lara are asleep in their room. Christy kicked me out of my own room and is asleep in my bed. I will shortly go and pass out on the couch, where sleep will be had (at least some).

The AIM account is done for the night. Liz and Greg took the camera with them. As of last check, there were 160 comments on our big thread, plus forum posts and AIM conversations, not to mention the IRC channel we apparently got ourselves into. I'll try to make a big reckoning for you all in the future, but I make no promises.

Was it a good New Year's Party? I like to think so. Is it a shame it ended? I'm sure. Will The Touched be bigger, better and badder in the new year? I can only hope, Bubba, I can only hope. And no one can tell you what the future holds. All I can promise is it's chaotic. Such is life, my friend, such is life....

I'm sobering up, in case you care (which you don't, but fuck it, I wanted to say it anyway) and I will soon be asleep, which is probably the best thing for me at this point. I may consume some snack foods and a bottle of water first though, as a precautionary measure.

Tomorrow I am going to see "Catch Me If You Can" even if I have to see the fucking thing by myself. I'm tired of waiting for other people. Enough of this gracious shit, I wanna see the fucking movie, so everyone can kiss my ass.

I realize I was probably not the most polite drunk as you were all suspecting, but such is life. I'm mostly sober now, and that's way it goes. So as I turn all the lights off, I want to say this last little speech that I was going to make a toast with, but didn't get a chance to tonight:

"2002 was certainly the most chaotic year of my life thusfar. The ups were way ups, the downs were way downs. I met some of the most incredible people ever, and they both improved my life and gave me more shit to worry about. Whenever I thought I knew which way the wind blew, it changed. But that's okay, because it's good to have a little chaos in your life. I hope that the friends remain, the chaos stabilizes a little, that the good continues and gets better, that the bad fades away and is forgotten, and I hope that all is well for all those I know and love. (Yes, that means almost all of you at the party, you idiotic bastards.) If there's anything I can do to make this next year better, you let me know. If I'm making it worse, tell me and I'll try and stop. But above all, may we live in interesting times with each other. That's all anyone can ask for. Salut."

And that's all I have to say until the sun actually rises from its grave and shines light on the new year. I'm not actually listening to this song, but it sticks with me nevertheless...

NOW PLAYING: Counting Crows - "A Long December"
Lyrics: "It's been / a long December / and there's reason to believe / maybe this year will be / better than the last..."

EDIT: Addendum: For those of you who missed our party, feel free to check out the time-lapse video one of Greg's fans put up about the party... go and get the most recent DivX codec and then get the file here... For people who were at the party, if you can't get it to work, let me know and I'll email you the file. I saved it already. We were indeed funny people.
To continue with tradition: Happy New Year!
I got here an entire TEN MINUTES before midnight. Woo hoo.
And I have to be at work in approximately eight hours.